Faith and hope.
Responding to reader comments about what to do and the question, ‘Are you a lawyer?’
I’m not an attorney. I’m a writer and a paralegal with good research and analysis skills.
I read and listen to the attorneys with platforms -- Jeff Childers, Tom Renz, Aaron Siri, Todd Callender, David Martin (not sure if he has a law degree but he has a lot of law knowledge and strategy experience), Robert Barnes and others.
I think they’re not publicly pursuing the treason approach yet because they’re afraid of losing their law licenses, because the legal disciplinary boards in each state are most likely captured, with most of the federal judges and state judges, similar to captured medical boards taking dissenting doctors’ medical licenses.
And if these lawyers lose their licenses, they can’t continue to represent plaintiffs as they have been.
I don’t have to worry about that (paralegals aren’t licensed and I’m not currently working in a law office anyway) so I can speak more freely.
As for what to do, I continue to advocate first and foremost, stay away from medical facilities and don’t take any government-recommended products.
Pray, including praying for guidance about what specific tasks God has set aside for you to do.
And then do those tasks. They’re different for everybody.
I do think the momentum is shifting, by a convergence of the dissidents continuing to speak out every day despite two years of suppression (as Mattias Desmet advocated so powerfully), and the events in peoples’ personal lives of illness and death.
The other side is losing support, and our side is gaining support. At some point, I think the balance is going to shift, and there will be more people angry at the government than mad at the critics of the government. And once the balance tips, I think a cascade of events will put things overall on a very different footing than what they are now.
So I think we just keep going.
I had a breakdown in October 2021, and was unable to do much at all for about six weeks; I stayed completely off the Internet, read nothing and wrote nothing.
The breakdown was set off by a ‘mandate’ issued by my husband’s employer, coming atop the previous 18 months of watching, reading, listening, thinking and some writing, while trying to be a supportive wife to my husband and protective mother to our two kids through all the craziness, while stumbling my way back to the ancient Catholic faith after more than three decades in the spiritual wilderness.
Unable to eat or sleep for several days, with racing thoughts, crazy high heart rate, suicidality and all the other painful symptoms of utter despair, I called the priest at the parish where my husband and I had recently started attending Mass — a Benedictine monk.
He spoke to me very briefly, and very powerfully, about praying to God for faith in Him, trust in His plan for the world, and hope that He is bringing order out of the chaos we see around us.
He spoke about Christ as an anchor for our small human boat-lives in stormy seas, and said it’s important to not add our own thrashing to the water’s churn, but to calm ourselves and let the anchor stabilize us.
And he offered me a prayer to help me sleep, from a psalm: “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”
He suggested that when I was trying to calm racing thoughts by counting up and back from 100 by threes, I should instead say Hail Marys: short, simple prayers said by millions of Catholics, millions of times a day, playing an important part in human salvation.
I followed the monk’s instructions, and leaned heavily on my husband. I said Hail Marys and the bedtime psalm and the Our Father.
I prayed for an increase in faith in God, trust in His plan for the world, and hope that He is bringing order out of the chaos all around us.
I took short walks. I cooked and ate food. I did Sudoku puzzles. I was able to sleep again.
We continued going to Mass every Sunday.
I also continued praying, as I had for the previous two years, for God’s guidance about what to do to be useful in the fight against the evil rampant in the world during Covid-times.
Gradually, I recovered. I started reading, listening, thinking and writing again. I took breaks to rest, and then I researched and thought and wrote some more.
Then the day came when I listened to Todd Callender’s podcast about the World Health Organization International Heath Regulations, and found the specific corner of the fight in which I’ve been called to work: understanding the legal frameworks and writing about them for readers.
I still sometimes get overwhelmed with the evil itself, the horrific detail with which the legal cages have been constructed, and the whole diabolical mangle of human scientists and human political leaders deliberately silencing and sickening and killing and breaking so many people, families, friendships, communities.
So another phrase I say to myself to calm down and plod on is:
“Don’t rush. Don’t stop. And don’t worry.”
God’s in charge; he put us here, now to help Him carry out His plans as best we each can.